Posts Tagged ‘honest’

Lying..

I know your good at lying
You’ve got the lips for spinning webs
One slip of the tongue can build a tower
A tower can live in together
We can grow old in the little house of lies
The strong castle you built for me
Sit by the fire, fed by fairytales you tell
And tell each other more lies all night
So, lovely liar, would you you tell me one lie?
That I mean more than anything?
It really would be wonderful if you lied
And told me how much you love me

Don’t lie. you’re good at lying
You know what everyone wants to hear
One or two minutes and you got them smiling,
Even if it isn’t the whole truth nothing but
You and I could smile for hours, you know
I can tell the little things that drove us crazy
No doubt you’ll smile at that
Then you can lie and say you love me,
You can lie and tell me how much better
Life got for you once I stepped in
It’d surely make me smile it you lied
And told me how much you loved me

No one knows, but i know your good at lying
You’ve got the sincerity in your voice for telling tales
One word can build a boat 
A boat we can live on together
We can sail the sea of lies on the rowboat
The indestructible rowboat made of are lies
Every single lie you told me
And I wont mind
If you lied
And told me how much you loved me.

“It fits both not just one I think”

Give, but don’t allow Yourself 2 be Used. Love, but don’t allow ur heart 2 be Abused. Trust, but don”t be Naive. Listen 2 others, but don’t lose Your Own voice.

I Am Back

Posted: June 19, 2012 by Marya in Marya's thoughts
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It’s been a real long time since I took the time to update my blog. But I decided its time to post and write poems once again. Hope I still have followers.. I shall blog later tonite Bye for now.

Goodbye, My Friend

Posted: January 27, 2011 by Marya in Poems
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the time to go has come
this is goodbye my friend
it was nice to know you
my time here has come to an end

please dont forget me
as i wont ever you
but time to go away
is something i must do

iv places to go
people to meet
some maybe far
others up the street

im going back home now
from which i came
iv spent been many years away
but it almost looks the same

i shouldve went back long ago
so much time has passed
things are different now
and i cannot change the past

maybe one day we shall
meet again
but now its time to say
goodbye my friend

Time to let go

Posted: December 24, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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How do you walk away from someone you love
And take the road of friend;
Can you reroute the course you have taken
And start over once again?

I don’t really want to let you go
But inside me I know I must;
The times we’ve loved . . . the times have left
My heart says stay . . . but it’s my mind I must trust.

We have shared so much together
Laughter . . . fun times . . . tears;
Yet sometimes we can’t turn back time
We must walk away, and allow ourselves to heal.

I know one day you will be happy
And your soulmate you will find;
I know we each have one out there
Even if for now . . . only in our minds.

May life be gentle with you
May life’s best come your way;
And on some quiet tomorrow
You will realize things were better this way.

I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears,
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I’ve made or the fact that I can’t bring the past back?
What is it that I’m afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I’ve hurt or the people that have hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I cant seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend, or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I’m scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won’t seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?
Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?
Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can’t be?
The things that I try to understand?
The me that I try to be with when I’m feeling sad?
The person I’m expected to be? is that what I fear? . . .
I think the thing I fear most . . .is me 

My mood is like a cloudy noon
Waiting for the sun,
Or like a sailing ship that can’t
Set sail without the tide.

I fidget in my emptiness,
Not knowing where to run;
Yet when you’re near I can’t explain
What’s going on inside.

It’s too bad feelings swim so deep,
Too deep for anyone
To grasp them as they squiggle through
And take them for a ride.

I listened to a radio show on my way to work this morning. Every day they do a contest to win merchandise. The topic chosen? 1970’s sitcoms. The station hosts played theme music and a contestant who called in had to guess the matching television program. Of course they didn’t guess correctly and I found myself yelling at the stereo system like a raving lunatic. “WELCOME BACK KOTTER, you freakin’ toe sock smelling idiot.” Did they have a banana bike shoved up their arse blocking out their brain waves? Crap! They missed an easy win. How dare that person not be brainwashed like the rest of us.

It’s been raining like a rhino pissin’ on a flat rock which makes my arm ache. I felt so much pain at work yesterday I almost quit my job. Then I noticed I got a Christmas bonus on my pay stub. That gave me a whole new – higher – pain tollerance. Ha -ha. Luckily, I finally got the phone call I’ve been waiting for today. I’m scheduled for an MRI next Wednesday at 9PM. Murphy defying miracles do happen.

I’m willing to share some life skills with y’all. Think before you do the crass, brainless shite you do. If somebody talks to you, don’t walk away while they are still speaking. I don’t care how rushed you think you are. Don’t be such an ignorant piece of whale skitter. Will it kill you to stop for two seconds and respond instead of making the person yell so you can hear them? I swear, I think most people reach in and get their manners out of a effin’ dunce cap.

I write these blogs to share my feelings with you. After all, it’s cheaper than therapy.   If you love my blogs leave your kudo and John Doe, below.

You can take writing away from the girl, but you can never take the writer out of the girl.

A Winnipeg man at the Canadian/US boarder got fined for trying to bring across an Iguana under his hat this weekend.

I would have just put it in the trunk of my car and if they found it, scream at the top of my lungs and point. “EWWWW, how did that get in there? Keep it away from me!” You gotta be a bit of an actress to get away with owt, you know.

Can you imagine me working at the boarder? “Hey, is that an Iguana under your hat or are you just glad to see me?”

It seems that reptile under hat fashion isn’t the only new trend.

Grey is the new blonde. Um…what? It has sex appeal?

That’s right folks. It seems Lady Gaga dyed her hair grey and now many other celebrities are following suit. Kristen McMenamy, even Kelly Osbourne bares a new silver/lavender sheen.

I’m sorry to burst Lady Gaga’s bubble but grey hair was a new wave trend in the eighties. It’s been done. I had a few ultra modern friends who dyed their hair that colour.

She admitted that she used to dye her hair blonde to avoid being mistaken for troubled star, Amy Winehouse. Ha-ha!

Reality is that from the runways of spring and summer shows at Dior and Chanel in Paris, to the hair salons of New York, young women are going grey.

Ya see now, just let your hair go to pot and you’ll be in with the top fashion. Ha-ha. Who needs hundreds of dollars to be with the “in crowd”, anymore. Just let nature take its course.

Do I happen to like that look? No. Older people are always looking for the fountain of youth and now young people are paying good money to look old. Figure that one out.

I actually prefer to combine both looks together.